ThatSquareChick

I am in the process of doing a proof-of-concept project of many layers of inexpensive foam flipflops glued together to make a 6 inch high shoe. The straps have been removed and my foot traced on a pattern that is slightly smaller than my foot so that it can be attached to the foam once it’s all been glued together. I need this shoe to taper down (I will include some images) from the original size to nearly half the footprint with some plates attached, some foam hollowed out to produce the distinctive sound and be able to tie the hanao including the bells.

I have a pair of antique okobo but am way too scared of the old, dry, flaking wood to try and restore them. HELP ME PLEASE I am doi

I love music but have a real love/hate relationship with headphones. I always want to try new stuff like earbuds or those big cans that promise super heavy bass, problem is, my head and ears are kid-sized and there’s not a lot of sound quality being put into headphones that are barely toys.

Kids break and lose stuff…. and, well, so do -I- but I want to listen to something besides kids bop while I wash my skivvies at the public laundry.

I just about gave up on finding something that worked for me. A whole drawer, it seems, full of earbuds, headphones, earphones, fitness style, super padded, you name it and I had tried to wear it. It all either fell out of my ears just by slowly turning m

    **starting out**

I think I always knew I was going to end up on the pole.

Growing up in southern culture, in the us, in the 80’s and 90’s wasn’t easy or pleasant for a girl, especially one who had eccentric tendencies. For most of my young life I was convinced I was supposed to have been a boy. Tomboy was the term where I was living, back then. It meant I didn’t like dresses or doing my hair and climbed trees and got dirty instead.

I was adopted by my fathers parents at four and had limited, sporadic contact with my biological parents afterwards. As long as I can remember, my fathers parents were MY parents. They were retired military, grandad being a Major in the army with se

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In all of humanity I can’t think of another time when the wealthy have had as much power as they do today. Sure, the wealthy have been controlling as much as they could since the idea of money was a thing BUT today they control ALL of the mainstream media channels. Newspapers that people have trusted for decades, anchors who stood for reporting facts, unbiased are unheard of. Walter Kronkite is dead. Dan Rather is 91. We aren’t getting journalism back until we stop using money as the metric of success.

As long as the wealthy control most of what we read and see, they can throw money at keeping us at each other’s throats- fighting a class war among the shrinking middle class and the growin

They say that when you find “the one” that you “just know”. They weren’t lying, but it was terrifying. The absoluteness of that feeling was deep like a void and scary in its totality. Knowing that this person now held every tiny bit of my heart, more than I’d ever shown or given to anyone else before, was uneasy at first. You are completely and truly under their care. It feels like learning to breathe again.

Then, once you’ve built that trust, it blooms into a feeling of comfort and safeness that nothing else can even compare to. You’ll do anything just to be near that person. They are the drug you’ve been looking for, the one that all you need is their touch. Literally nothing else

​My dumbass opinion on cultural clothing.

Japan loves spreading cultural clothing because it means not only will this living history continue to be remembered but new kimono will be made as well so the future will probably continue to casually remember this part of ancient history. There’s also lots of industries and people who rely on customers wearing kimono and needing something like makeup, underclothes, hair necessities, chauffeur services, and the knowledge of the weaving and dyeing and secrets that each little village had should be passed on.

The kimono is a work of art made to use a human body as a canvas for layers of gorgeous silk held up by, like, three ties, a very thin, lon

Freedom is not safe.

Freedom is somber. A stoic state of constant electric fear and elation. Freedom is won only in blood and must be fed human sacrifices to exist.

We say freedom like we have the full amount of it and never even contemplated what having 100% freedom would actually mean.

Freedom is anarchy. Chaos with beautiful cresting, foamy waves; the colors and swirls and designs only witnessed by one and then the wave brings destruction.

True freedom means no regulations or laws, mob Justice will become commonplace and there will no longer be the wringing of hands and weeping while politicians pretend to do the right thing.

True freedom is scary. There has to be some fair r

Ugh.

I shouldn’t even be making this post but if I’m going to write it I guess it should be now.

In 30 days, I will be permanently sterilized. The surgeon will put a scope in my belly button and remove my Fallopian tubes completely leaving the ovaries and main uterus intact. If I’m lucky, they’ll cauterize the inside of my uterus so my periods will be more manageable.

I never wanted to have this surgery. I also never wanted children. From the moment I understood what having kids was I knew I wouldn’t do it. Many aspects to children I don’t want or don’t want to gamble with a child’s life on whether I’d be a good parent.

I am small, under 115 lbs and have a couple of serious medical issu

Those mansion dwellers don’t give a single fig about the trailer parks and ancient hand-me-down homes that even the least populated burgs have. The couple of kids unlucky enough to be born there might have to bus to the next city for school but there will be a real pretty city hall and police station but the firehouse is completely volunteer and relies on name sales for new equipment.

Don’t have a heart attack here as the nearest cardiac event ready hospital is 40 minutes away.

The mansion dwellers never spend money in town and those kids go to private schools or home school with real, state-certified teacher tutors. The county doesn’t benefit from their money yet they are they heads o